I continue to repaint the interior of my house. All rooms. I decided the kitchen should be white from yellow (which is stupidly hard to cover - I keep finding hints of it peeking through THREE coats) with soft pink top cabinets and raspberry colored bottom. Anyway, did the cabinetry this weekend and as I was going through drawers to prep I found a bunch of old cards. Think: open drawer, toss in this thing to get it out of sight. One of them was from 2016, a birthday and a Christmas card from my mom that said, "I just had to send these to you because I knew you'd like them. Miss you LOTS and love you always."
And so I started bawling.
Then I found a little thank you note from my nephews Max and Mason and had another bawl because, man. Those boys - both so special. I don't think Max is doing much better as we approach six months since Mason died. I don't think any of us are, to be frank.
To round it out, found a paper bag with "Johnny R" written on it - the bag my vet put her container of ashes in.
I have indeed been weepy all afternoon.
Anyway. My cupboards, at least, are bright and cheery even if I continue to have bouts of melancholy. I think it's just been a lousy emotionally messy six or so years...
Hugs to anyone reading this.
And so I started bawling.
Then I found a little thank you note from my nephews Max and Mason and had another bawl because, man. Those boys - both so special. I don't think Max is doing much better as we approach six months since Mason died. I don't think any of us are, to be frank.
To round it out, found a paper bag with "Johnny R" written on it - the bag my vet put her container of ashes in.
I have indeed been weepy all afternoon.
Anyway. My cupboards, at least, are bright and cheery even if I continue to have bouts of melancholy. I think it's just been a lousy emotionally messy six or so years...
Hugs to anyone reading this.